Sun Mote Copse beware the jubjub bird, and shun

He answered her question with a question, which made the youngster's brows knit. Sugar hadn't suffered many wounds in her day, though every time she bumped her noggin, stubbed her toe or otherwise found herself afflicted with some ache or pain, her parents would comfort her. Specifically, they would hold her closely and offer kisses to soothe her.

"Kissies," Sugar deduced after giving it a long, hard think. Her scrunched expression cleared a little as she toddled closer and began to lick and nip at every part of her Uncle Colt she could reach: his chin, his neck, his toes, the tip of his tail...